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After more than 2 years  of being told 'non' I have my Carte de Sejour (resident's permit).  In typical French style it says it is permanent but also says it runs out in 2028, which presumably means it can be renewed.  I don't care, I have it in my sticky fingers.  Whether it will make any difference come 29 March when the UK leaves the EU remains to be seen.

My neighbour is retiring in January at the age of 62, Macron's new retirement age for normal occupations.  Her husband, who is younger but looks 20 years older, has another 6 years to go.  She wants to move now the children are grown up and settled.  He wants to stay because he has spent years renovating the place and doesn't want to start again.  She has a nice car, he drives an old wreck that keeps breaking down.  She wants to travel, he wants to drink beer and do nothing.  Do you think the cracks of incompatibility appear when people retire?

I know I am getting old because yesterday I was chatted up by a 92 year old man.

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